From 11:30 AM until about 8:30 that night, I left the ribs in the grill, adding charcoal every hour or so and turning the slab around once. Temperature on the grill thermometer probably averaged 225-250 degrees F. The drippings boiled in the aluminum foil so I didn't even bother using a thermometer to check the meat.
At 8:30 PM, we had this:
When Ruth came home from her outing, I served up the ribs to her and a couple friends along with some homebrews:
The meat, encrusted with the dry rub fell off the bones, tasted spicy and smoky but not mouth-burning hot. The rib bones crumbled apart to reveal the browned marrow, so rich that cleaning off the meat and the marrow from two ribs left my usually cast-iron stomach a touch queasy.
Yes, this magic will be performed again SOON.
